O God, Our Help In Ages Past.

By Otaniyia

O God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home;

Beneath the shadow of thy throne,

They saints have dwelt secure,

Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And our defence is sure;

Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame,

From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same;

A thousand ages in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone,

Short as the watch that ends the night,

Before the rising sun;

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away,

They fly forgotten, as dream

Dies at the opening day;

O God, our help in ages past,

Our hopes for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,

And our eternal home.